Twas a night deep in Winter
and I lay in my room,
half dozing, half sleeping,
with dreams of mushrooms.
I had stored dried boletes
in the cuboard with care,
I searched for them last week,
but I hadn't looked there!
I was thinking of lobsters,
all orange and fat,
and cinnabar reds....
I like colors like that!
I can see in my mind's eye
the fungi to come....
Those big meaty polypores!
I must have some!
I'll just mope around
and wait for the Spring,
deprivation, I tell you...
I must have fungal things!
I'll dash out to the woods
by the first week of May,
hunting for the morels...
please don't get in my way!
Oh, how I miss foraging!
It's really a bummer
to be trapped here all Winter
just waiting for Summer!